i thought i saw you walking
through the halls of our house
of course it was only a shadow
rest, and be brave
it whispered to me
all is cluttered now
but it won’t be forever
one way or another
endings arrive
long awaited or abrupt
the course is not mapped
just followed
let this world be whatever it intends to be
somewhere else the breeze spoke
rest, and be brave
and begin
again